His sorrow, like his joy, was intense and full of force.

He had many devoted friends, and a still greater body of unhesitating followers.

To the former he showed, through nearly all his life, the warm affection which was natural to him.

It was not until adulation and flattery had deeply injured him, and the frustrated ambition for the presidency had poisoned both heart and mind, that he became dictatorial and overbearing.
Not till then did he quarrel with those who had served and followed him, as when he slighted Mr.Lawrence for expressing independent opinions, and refused to do justice to the memory of Story because it might impair his own glories.

They do not present a pleasant picture, these quarrels with friends, but they were part of the deterioration of the last years, and they furnish in a certain way the key to his failure to attain the presidency.